Chapter 151: Chapter 145: Testing and Graduation

Having already experienced the effects of directly using Red Dust Qi, Jeming, after confirming that neither he nor the Five Elements Rainbow Transformation Mirror could continue to use Red Dust Qi for enhancement in the short term, began to ponder other methods of use.

Due to its special nature and ease of acquisition, Red Dust Qi has almost become a universal material second only to Spiritual Qi, thanks to the diligent development by cultivators.

Not just for cultivation, almost every art in the Cultivation Immortality can find some uses for Red Dust Qi.

Anyway, this stuff has a unique nature, using a small amount can enhance oneself, and using a large amount can completely be used to attack enemies.

Even the most determined cultivator would find unexpectedly encountering a large amount of Red Dust Qi to be no different from falling into a cesspool unprepared.

However, when it comes to special methods of usage, the first thing Jeming thought of was “Alchemy”.

Before that, he still needed to familiarize himself with the characteristics of Red Dust Qi in various “forms”.

He first searched his golden-finger Great Dao Book Pavilion for special secret techniques that could “convert” the Red Dust Qi.

The ability of Red Dust Qi to become a universal material is significantly due to its ability to have its properties shifted under various secret techniques.

The Great Dao Book Pavilion is vast like a sea, containing countless miraculous arts and concepts from the Cultivation Immortality Civilizations.

Soon, he found a side-door cultivation technique called the “Hundred Transformations Heart Scripture”, which documented a special Dharma Gate that could transform Heart Demon Muddy Qi into Soul Spirit Pure Qi.

Although the Red Dust Qi is not Heart Demon, its essence is equally heterogeneous, filled with strong mundane emotions, and it has similarities.

Therefore, someone tried to apply it to Red Dust Qi, unexpectedly creating a new material.

Jeming spent several days deducing and practicing this secret technique.

Once familiar, he attempted to convert the energy attribute of a wisp of Red Dust Qi using a special method, transforming it from the chaotic “Myriad Red Dust” into a spiritual object capable of purely benefiting the soul.

When the converted Red Dust Qi flowed into his Sea of Spirit like a clear spring, Jeming immediately felt the nourishment of his soul.

The feeling was gentle and pleasant, akin to a soft massage deep within his soul, rejuvenating his spirit.

“Not bad.” Jeming murmured, though his brow still carried a trace of regret.

This converted Red Dust Qi truly lost its original impact and negative effects, and can purely benefit the soul.

However, its effects were just only at the standard level of a spiritual object.

With his current wealth, he could easily buy as much of this level of material as he wanted.

It seems that after the Red Dust Qi was converted, although the harm was removed, its original extreme soul-baptizing effect was also lost.

It became “safe”, but also lost its core “characteristic”.

“Using it directly like this doesn’t have much value, better find a carrier.” Jeming quickly had a new idea.

He turned his gaze to the crystal-clear Hundred Flowers Dew contained in the jade bottle beside him.

The biggest characteristic of Hundred Flowers Dew, a conceptual material, is its ability to carry and harmonize.

Even just adding it to the potion alone can significantly increase the potion’s success rate.

The peculiar thing is, even if no materials are added, simply refining Hundred Flowers Dew can extract spiritual liquid capable of stabilizing conditions, which has remarkable effects on cultivators with soul fluctuations or unstable spirits.

But the greatest feature of Hundred Flowers Dew is its ability to carry some intangible and formless conceptual materials.

Previously, when Jeming used Eastward Purple Qi to refine soul-enhancing potions, the main base material was the Hundred Flowers Dew that he purchased at a high price in the academy.

It could perfectly integrate the “conceptual” power of Eastward Purple Qi into the potion and stabilize it.

Jeming first tried refining with the converted Red Dust Qi using Hundred Flowers Dew, benefiting from his prior experience with Eastward Purple Qi in potion making, this process went smoothly.

Half a day later, a potion exuding a faint fragrance successfully condensed in his hand.

He eagerly tried it out.

The potion entered, its gentle energy rushed to the soul, bringing a slight invigorating effect.

“Not bad.” Jeming evaluated.

This potion’s effect was equivalent to another potion that could enhance Spiritual Power.

Its advantage is highly apparent—extremely low cost because Red Dust Qi is abundant, and Hundred Flowers Dew can be continuously produced by the Golden Garden, which can supply it constantly.

However, for Jeming, the value of this potion wasn’t considerable.

He was wealthy, and during his usual cultivation, he already maximized the use of various potions to assist in cultivation.

Whether for Qi Cultivation or Meditation Method, there’s a limit to their absorption rate.

Even with new potions, on top of the existing foundation, not much more could be used.

If it were other wizards, discovering this might be pleasantly surprising, akin to gaining a new legitimate source of income, but for Jeming, it seemed more like a drop in the bucket.

“It seems that safety and efficiency indeed cannot be both achieved.” Jeming sighed softly, recording the formula of this potion as an “alternative plan”.

He pondered for a moment, then his gaze fell once more on his experiment notes.

Since it has been confirmed that the Red Dust Qi loses its most important essence after its nature is transmuted, there is no need to continue this research.

Moving forward, it would be better to focus on the genuine Red Dust Qi.

Jeming took a deep breath, a fervent light flickering in his eyes.

Having referred to numerous elixirs centering around Red Dust Qi from the Great Dao Book Pavilion, Jeming began to seek suitable materials in the Wizard World using his knowledge of Magic Potion.

Given the uniqueness of Red Dust Qi, he mainly referenced the alchemical theories from the Cultivation Immortality World to harmonize the materials based on the principles of the Five Elements and Yin-Yang, to augment the medicinal properties of Red Dust Qi.

After spending more than half a month, Jeming finally managed to refine a potion that exuded a peculiar fragrance along with a faint whiff of smoke and fire.

The potion did not present a pure color, but rather an enigmatic seven-colored halo, as if it condensed all the wonders of the world.

However, looking at this hard-earned potion, Jeming felt a tinge of regret at being unable to use it to test its effects immediately.

One reason is that the fatigue caused by previously immersing his soul directly in Red Dust Qi has not fully dissipated.

The soul’s recovery needs time, and for experiments of this level, there can be no room for carelessness.

To be safe, caution is paramount.

The other, more crucial reason is that the time has come—for all the apprentices participating in the plane trials, it is finally time for graduation.

Although Jeming and the others who had passed the academy trials earlier did not need to immediately head to the battlefield to aid Nolun Workshop in conquering other planes,

as a matter of courtesy, and also to receive final evaluation and rewards, all apprentices, regardless of their performance, are required to return to the academy for a graduation ceremony.

“It seems I can only wait until I return from the school to try it.” Jeming put away the potion, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

He knew that if this potion succeeded, its value would far surpass any of his previous attempts.

It might even replace Refined Gold as his new primary source of income.

He stepped out of the underground laboratory, where sunlight filtered through the garden’s plants, warm and bright.

At this time, a message also came through his Witchcraft Artifact; Amy and Victor were already waiting at the campsite entrance.

“Jeming! Hurry up! The graduation ceremony isn’t something just anyone can be late for!” Amy’s vibrant voice came through the Witchcraft Artifact.

Jeming chuckled softly, stored away all his research materials, and turned toward the Space Transmission Device leading to the camp.

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At Nolun No.13 Academy, after several months, Jeming set foot again in this training ground for wizard apprentices.

However, this time felt completely different from any previous occasion.

Jeming’s performance in the Elorcia Plane trials had already spread throughout the entire Nolun No.13 Academy as if on wings.

Top of the contribution list, orchestrating faith pollution, indirectly aiding the capture of a Divine Spirit, and even obtaining priority selection rights for an entire plane… These astonishing achievements were circulating among the apprentices like myths.

As Jeming entered the main square of the academy with Amy and Victor, the apprentices who previously gathered in groups murmured, turned their gazes toward them in unison.

Apprentices who recognized Jeming’s face couldn’t help but be shocked, their eyes then bursting with incredulous light, followed by deep respect and complexity.

The murmurs abruptly ceased, replaced by an intangible oppressive silence, only a few bold ones casting curious and probing looks.

And it wasn’t just those who didn’t participate in the trials; even those who did grew quiet.

This was their reverence for strength.

Only after Jeming moved away, did they explode into more intense discussions.

“Look, you’re now quite the figure at the academy,” Amy whispered with a mischievous gaze.

Jeming merely responded with a faint smile, indifferent to these glances.

He knew that in the Wizard World, strength is the only pass.

The graduation ceremony was held in the void hall at the center of the academy, appearing quite simple and efficient compared to the elaborate rites of the Mortal World.

In the middle of the hall, dozens of mentors stood in stern arrays, awaiting the apprentices who were about to complete their apprentice phase.

No lengthy speeches, no emotional farewells.

But when the graduation ceremony began, everyone couldn’t help but feel a sense of nervousness.

The graduates were each called by their mentors, stepping forward one after the other.

At the front of Professor Clark’s array, Jeming stood beside Amy and Victor, waiting.

When Jeming’s name was called, he stepped forward slowly, approaching Professor Clark.

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